"Listen up, Bill," Molly whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "This caper is gonna be a piece of cake." Bill scratched his head, a skeptical frown etching his features. "A children's party? Aren't we sinking a little low here, Molly?" Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Come on, where's your sense of adventure? Think of the loot! Those little brats are bound to score some primo gifts." "I dunno," Bill muttered, shifting uneasily. "Stealing from kids just feels wrong." "Wrong?" Molly scoffed. "It's an art form, my friend. Besides, those spoiled brats won't even notice a few missing trinkets." Bill sighed, resigned to his partner's audacious plans. "Alright, alright. But if we get caught, I'm blaming you." Molly grinned, slapping Bill on the back. "That's the spirit! Now, here's the plan. We'll sneak in during the chaos of the piñata smash..." Their hushed voices trailed off as they huddled together, plotting the perfect heist amidst the laughter and joy of the unsuspecting children.